Read the other chapters of this unfinished blog novel called The Merging by scrolling to the bottom of the page and clicking on the links below.
Gutshot and bleeding, I could only think of my daughters. Each bump in the road started a new fire in my belly. I was curled over like a fetus, and I
couldn’t take my hands away from the ragged jelly of my innards. At first, when I closed my eyes, I saw the tall alien who we came to know as Wendigo, tear
out my wife Jan’s throat. The pa...
Posted by Tim Miller on Tuesday, October 16, 2012 In : High Plains Dimension: an alternate dream
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